Slipped through my fingers again, I really want you, but it's over

You figure it out, it's too late, you take your time and now it's over

Now I'm standing in line, frustrated smile and wondering if it's all been worthwhile, these roads I've chosen

In the front lines of the worst, I fell

I may go down but I'll give em hell

My barrels are smoking

Gotta keep on rolling, keep on rolling, gotta keep on rolling

Slipped through my fingers again, how many more times before it's over

You finally figure it out, it's too late, you take your time and now it's over

Now I'm standing in line frustrated smile and wondering if it's all been worthwhile, these roads I've chosen

In the front lines of the worst, I fell

I may go down but I'll give em hell

My barrels are smoking

Gotta keep on rolling, keep on rolling, gotta keep on rolling

My mind is racing all over

Over and over

You figure out what you want, it's too late

Way too late

Standing in line, frustrated smile and wondering if it's all been worthwhile, these roads that I've chosen

In the front lines of the worst, I fell

I may go down but I'll give em hell

My barrels are smoking

Gotta keep on rolling